Pouring as soft as the water The grave robber He’s sewing through time ageless He’s stealing the Pharaoh’s colon “High on a mound in the ocean I’m gonna dig my own grave” ...What to do when you cannot remember Anything at all… Sand falling through your fingers The grave robber “Fly on a ribbon of motion Run from the hand to the sea.” ...So possessed by all your possessions They haunt your children now Passing down through every skeleton Till you fall apart alone…